You know, it took me until reading the comments to realize that’s what he was doing. I thought he was wiping off his hand and the smudge on his face so that he could do a cool thinker pose… for some odd Walky-based reason. Hiding the stain on his hoodie makes far more sense – and is also way less interesting than the strange things I was thinking. Ah well.
I thought his first instinct was to fondle her, but then he realized they were on break and he hat to put his hand somewhere… (In my defense, I woke up half an hour ago).
I didn’t see the previous strip and the last one I remember was Dorothy debating taking a shower, so until the comments I thought he instinctively went to cover his nose then decided to be more polite and bear it.
MAN: The sauce!
The Waiter (Benny Hill) sets down a bottle of Worcestershire Sauce on the table.
MAN: The BLOODY sauce!
The Waiter sets down a bottle of Ketchup on the table.
God I hope so. Might be the only way to make Dorothy take an actual break instead of exasperatedly counting a 10 minute walk to and from the showers as a break.
Just Walky’s luck. If they had run into each other ten minutes earlier she wouldn’t have showered, and they could laugh about both of them being slobs. Now he’s the slob and she’s a friggin’ shampoo commercial. Life just isn’t fair.
See, Dorothy, if you’d just foregone (F-WORD!) that shower, you wouldn’t be awkwardly intimidating Walky by comparison in a manner that is silently and subconsciously sabotaging your paused relationship.
… actually you don’t see, because Walky’s smooth gesture is flawlessly hiding his stain of shame.
And I keep wondering whether the better approach there is to reassure her that she’s awesome, or go the “nobody’s perfect and that’s okay” low-pressure route. (Both are true, of course.)
Of course, part of the problem is that JerkBrain isn’t exactly a good listener :p the part of Cerberus talking to us might know everything we say is true but still have to deal with JerkBrain yelling at her anyways. :/ But reassurance does sometimes make *me* feel better when my own JerkBrain is acting up
Seriously, Cerberus, you not only helped people grasp underlying themed and issues and history behind the strips (like the question of “is it okay to out the closeted politician who is making laws against LGBTs”), but you also helped people who happened to have problems and came here to vent. I was one of those people. I hope this comment will reach you somehow.
the presence of Cerberus in no way proves or disproves my reality. It is, for me, just that the comments by Cerberus provide external confirmation that local ground -which appears to be zero volts, Is at zero volts. …sort of an impartial external reality bench reference. Not needed for the test, but is just gentle reassurance that 110 volt political reality has not drifted off to 105 or 115, without my noticing.
Be well, be strong, an’ if it harm none, then what thou will.
She has this instant “the whole body smiles” reaction to him being there.
That’s cute, and also heartbreaking. You see when the rest of the brain kicks in and notices other things.
It’s a sign of how good Dorothy is for Walky is that he is immediately ashamed of pigging out when he realises that she knows about it. It’s a sign of how good Walky is for Dorothy that running into him (literally) immediately makes her feel better.
Dotty: Fine, I’ll marry you, but we have to make it quick, I have to get back to studying!
Walky: Okay, yeah, gimme a sec, I know people… JOYCE!
*behind Joyce’s door, a box of spoons is heard hitting the floor*
Walky: Joyce! You gotta marry us!
Joyce: ME??? I’m not a pastor!
Walky: Close enough! You have more religious knowledge than anyone I know!
*Mary tries to barge in, but Rachel and Other Rachel tackle her, gag her, and drag her off before she can interrupt*
Joyce: O-okay, fine, let’s do this! Dorothy, do you take this smelly doofus to be your husband, to have and to hold, in stinkiness and in poverty, for as long as you can tolerate him, which hopefully won’t be forever?
Dorothy: As long as I can still go to Yale, yes!
Joyce: Walky, do you promise to take this angel of womanhood to be your wife, even though she’s WAAY too good for you, and treat her like a queen until the day she discards you?
Walky: Um… *BURP* Yeah, okay, sure?
Joyce: Fine, then, you’re married, and I’M NOT JEALOUS AT ALL!! *sob*
*runs into her room and slams the door*
I’m somewhat sure he already knew of their existence since they’re the sains of the mcnuggets he ate the day before. He just didn’t care, and told people he didn’t care because “woot temporary freedom, I can be a pig”.
THEY’RE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER HOLY SHIT. Notice how Dorothy isn’t freaking the fuck out over having a break anymore. IUSDBNAFPIUDFNGLAKJDNFLIAUSDBLHB WHY UNIVERSE WHY MUST YOU SPLIT THESE 2 FOR SO LONG
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“PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE STAIN BEHIND
THE CURTAINMY ARM”You know, it took me until reading the comments to realize that’s what he was doing. I thought he was wiping off his hand and the smudge on his face so that he could do a cool thinker pose… for some odd Walky-based reason. Hiding the stain on his hoodie makes far more sense – and is also way less interesting than the strange things I was thinking. Ah well.
I thought that was just something on my monitor I have been meaning to clean off for the past….months.
So since yesterday, comic time.
I thought his first instinct was to fondle her, but then he realized they were on break and he hat to put his hand somewhere… (In my defense, I woke up half an hour ago).
…as you can see by my spelling.
He calls that arm the curtain
I didn’t see the previous strip and the last one I remember was Dorothy debating taking a shower, so until the comments I thought he instinctively went to cover his nose then decided to be more polite and bear it.
Bad timing, Walky. If you had met her ten minutes ago, you would have had complimentary filth.
Eye contact. That what the kids are calling it these days?
At least he’s not wearing the butt-taco shirt. Or is he, can’t tell under that hoodie.
In the spiritual sense, he is always wearing the butt-taco shirt.
In a physical sense, he’s wearing butt-taco all over that shirt.
The butt-taco shirt is yellow, IIRC.
He’s wearing a yellow shirt under that hoodie.
I’m gonna say yes.
It also happens to be that particular shade of yellow, so definitely.
In the final panel, we see Dorothy supporting Walky.
he’s doing a James Bond accent
I’m getting Ryan Gosling vibes instead.
I’m getting “Austin Powers tries to be ‘street'” vibes.
Dunno where it came from. My brain is weird.
I’m picturing him channeling Axis of Awesome.
Smooth, Walky. Smooth.
Walky puts the ‘EWWW’ in ‘smEWWWth’.
The stains of ten thousand mcnuggets, vanquished by the mighty thingley.
Just like any good conqueror, the Duke of Thingley knows to clothe himself in attire covered in the remains of his vanquished opponents.
I like the non-Wacky Walky better.
Wait. There’s a non-wacky Walky? Are you sure?
Dorothy seems automatically calmer, or at least less manic, with Walky.
She’s losing focus! Never mind that the commute between the dorm and dining hall counts as break time anyway.
Or maybe her focus has just shifted somewhat…
Appearances are deceiving.
*plays Santana’s Smooth on the hacked music*
Geez this represents me in so many ways.
MAN: The sauce!
The Waiter (Benny Hill) sets down a bottle of Worcestershire Sauce on the table.
MAN: The BLOODY sauce!
The Waiter sets down a bottle of Ketchup on the table.
Walky Performs an Eye Contact
This is gonna be a “stuck in an elevator” plot, isn’t it?
God I hope so. Might be the only way to make Dorothy take an actual break instead of exasperatedly counting a 10 minute walk to and from the showers as a break.
Just Walky’s luck. If they had run into each other ten minutes earlier she wouldn’t have showered, and they could laugh about both of them being slobs. Now he’s the slob and she’s a friggin’ shampoo commercial. Life just isn’t fair.
David Walkerton: Master of Deception
See, Dorothy, if you’d just foregone (F-WORD!) that shower, you wouldn’t be awkwardly intimidating Walky by comparison in a manner that is silently and subconsciously sabotaging your paused relationship.
… actually you don’t see, because Walky’s smooth gesture is flawlessly hiding his stain of shame.
so I’ve been away from the comments for a while, and I’ve got a question.
I poke my head in every once in a while, and recently I’ve been wondering where Cerberus is.
she’s ok, but JerkBrain was making her feel too self-conscious about commenting iirc.
And I keep wondering whether the better approach there is to reassure her that she’s awesome, or go the “nobody’s perfect and that’s okay” low-pressure route. (Both are true, of course.)
I think spaz’s comment came out really well
Of course, part of the problem is that JerkBrain isn’t exactly a good listener :p the part of Cerberus talking to us might know everything we say is true but still have to deal with JerkBrain yelling at her anyways. :/ But reassurance does sometimes make *me* feel better when my own JerkBrain is acting up
She was on Patreon not that long ago. She seemed okay.
Okay, good. Cerb, if you’re reading this, your commentary was always appreciated, at least by this guy.
Take all the time you need.
^ What he said.
Thirded.
agreement++
fifthed
Six…thed ?
Seriously, Cerberus, you not only helped people grasp underlying themed and issues and history behind the strips (like the question of “is it okay to out the closeted politician who is making laws against LGBTs”), but you also helped people who happened to have problems and came here to vent. I was one of those people. I hope this comment will reach you somehow.
+1’d, whatever the count. Your voice is welcome, and missed.
the presence of Cerberus in no way proves or disproves my reality. It is, for me, just that the comments by Cerberus provide external confirmation that local ground -which appears to be zero volts, Is at zero volts. …sort of an impartial external reality bench reference. Not needed for the test, but is just gentle reassurance that 110 volt political reality has not drifted off to 105 or 115, without my noticing.
Be well, be strong, an’ if it harm none, then what thou will.
Seventhed. Cerberus has expressed discomfort with receiving compliments but at the same time I hope the love we have for her comes through.
I’m not gonna lie, I have attempted similar maneuvers when video chatting people I like
Dorothy looks super cute in this strip.
Oh no he is Leafy
Omfg you fucking nerd
She has this instant “the whole body smiles” reaction to him being there.
That’s cute, and also heartbreaking. You see when the rest of the brain kicks in and notices other things.
I was about to say “Look at these filthy motherfuckers” but then I remembered that Dotty took a shower.
Slightly disheveled Dorothy is cutest Dorothy.
Yes. She looks beautiful.
It’s a sign of how good Dorothy is for Walky is that he is immediately ashamed of pigging out when he realises that she knows about it. It’s a sign of how good Walky is for Dorothy that running into him (literally) immediately makes her feel better.
Have a +1
Anyone else kind of like Dorothy’s messy hair?
Joyce.
(and me too)
yes <3
Yep. Enough to do this with it.
I just looked back and those stains were on him in the last strip, the continuity is astounding.
god they’re so cute <3
Voted ‘Couple Most Likely to Elope’.
Dotty: Fine, I’ll marry you, but we have to make it quick, I have to get back to studying!
Walky: Okay, yeah, gimme a sec, I know people… JOYCE!
*behind Joyce’s door, a box of spoons is heard hitting the floor*
Walky: Joyce! You gotta marry us!
Joyce: ME??? I’m not a pastor!
Walky: Close enough! You have more religious knowledge than anyone I know!
*Mary tries to barge in, but Rachel and Other Rachel tackle her, gag her, and drag her off before she can interrupt*
Joyce: O-okay, fine, let’s do this! Dorothy, do you take this smelly doofus to be your husband, to have and to hold, in stinkiness and in poverty, for as long as you can tolerate him, which hopefully won’t be forever?
Dorothy: As long as I can still go to Yale, yes!
Joyce: Walky, do you promise to take this angel of womanhood to be your wife, even though she’s WAAY too good for you, and treat her like a queen until the day she discards you?
Walky: Um… *BURP* Yeah, okay, sure?
Joyce: Fine, then, you’re married, and I’M NOT JEALOUS AT ALL!! *sob*
*runs into her room and slams the door*
Have you been skipping ahead?
Honestly, in Walky’s place I wouldn’t have noticed the stain until ten minutes after Dorothy left.
Walky is hyper-aware of how out of his league Dorothy is (at least in his own mind), so it makes sense that he’d notice these things.
I’m somewhat sure he already knew of their existence since they’re the sains of the mcnuggets he ate the day before. He just didn’t care, and told people he didn’t care because “woot temporary freedom, I can be a pig”.
THEY’RE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER HOLY SHIT. Notice how Dorothy isn’t freaking the fuck out over having a break anymore. IUSDBNAFPIUDFNGLAKJDNFLIAUSDBLHB WHY UNIVERSE WHY MUST YOU SPLIT THESE 2 FOR SO LONG
Walky wears the symbols of his “empire of dirt’. It’s the coat of arms of the Duke of Thingly. And it coats his arms. and face. and hoodie.
That’s why he’s hiding it! He can’t let Dorothy learn his secret identity.
“Faz has the deepest thoughts of all, especially when the attractive women are involved.”
Apropos of nothing.
You can’t hide the smell with your hand, Walky
You can if you can flap it fast enough. But maybe the wind effect wouldn’t work in an enclosed elevator.
In panel 6, Walky temporarily borrows his twin’s sultry-eye expression, a form of body-telepathy occasionally practiced by the bi-bodied.
–Dave, he knows when she’s been sleeping, he knows when she’s awake … okay, maybe not
Panel 4 Dorothy is just so cute. Love today’s strip even if it’s missing the final panel where she pretends to be taken in.